Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.